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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.