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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
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 mellotron 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 Malaria! to the funk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.