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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Inner City,
Gong,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.