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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Buckinghams to the funk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.