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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.