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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Television Personalities to the jazz 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Can,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.