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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.