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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.