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 Burundi and from Mumbai.
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 Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Index to the funk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.