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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neon Judgement to the grunge 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.