Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.