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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.