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 Togo 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.