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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.