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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
JFA,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.