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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.