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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.