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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Yazoo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.