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 Burundi 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.