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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.