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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
UT,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.