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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
10cc,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.