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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gun Club to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.