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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.