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 San Marino and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.