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 Indonesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
ABC,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.