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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 K-Klass to the grunge 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Fear,
Oneida,
Visage,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.