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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the techno 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
AZ,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.