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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.