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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.