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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.