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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.