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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.