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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.