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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.