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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Invisible to the grunge 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.