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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
X-102,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.