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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
Scion,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.