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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Television,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.