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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tremeloes to the rock 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.