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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.