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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
10cc,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
X-102,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.