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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.