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 Liechtenstein 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.