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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.