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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.