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 China and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.