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 Madagascar and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.