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 Afghanistan 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
UT,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.