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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.