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 Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Camberwell Now 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.