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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.