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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.