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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.