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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.