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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.