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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.