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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the rock 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.