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 Guyana 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
AZ,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.