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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.