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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Yellowson to the electroclash 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.