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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Nas,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.