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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The New Christs to the grime 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Wire,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.