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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.