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 Iceland 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the dance 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.