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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.