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 Mauritius and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 cv313 to the rap 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron 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?
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.