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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the grunge 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.