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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.