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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.