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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.