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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.