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 Netherlands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the jazz 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.