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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ronan to the grunge 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.