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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Faust,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.