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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Babytalk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.