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 Switzerland 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 snare 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.