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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
X-102,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.