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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Swans,
Smog,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.