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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.