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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.