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 Greece and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.