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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Goldenarms to the rock 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
the Association,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.