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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.