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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.