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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.