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 Australia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.