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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.