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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.