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 South Sudan 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
The Evens,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.