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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.