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 Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.