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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.