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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants 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?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
the Association,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.