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 Poland 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Basic Channel to the rock 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.