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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
New Order,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Technova,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.