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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moleskins to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.