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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Agent Orange 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.