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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Franke,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
UT,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.