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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 The New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.