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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 10cc to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Nas,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.