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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
The Move,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.