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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.