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 Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the jazz 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.