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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Faust,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.