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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.