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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 The Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.