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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Faraquet to the techno 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.