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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Television Personalities to the disco 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.