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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.