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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.