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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.