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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
JFA,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.