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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
UT,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.