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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.