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 Chile and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.