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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.