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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
UT,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.