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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.