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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.