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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
MC5,
The Slits,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
The Names,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.