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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.