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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Wire,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.