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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Warren Ellis to the grime 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.