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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
June Days,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.