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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.