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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.