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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.