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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Nas,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.