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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.