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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.