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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
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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.