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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Index,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.