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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Wire,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.