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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Cymande,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.