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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Can,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
cv313,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.