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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams to the grunge 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.