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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.