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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Oblivians to the rap 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.