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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.