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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.