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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.