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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 The Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.