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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.