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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Bad Manners to the techno 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.