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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 E-Dancer to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Scion,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.