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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Mars,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.