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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pantaleimon to the punk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.