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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen 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?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.