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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Wings,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
AZ,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
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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.