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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.