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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Wings,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Organ,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.