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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.