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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the disco 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.