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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
The Martian,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.