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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.