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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.