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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Mars,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.