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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
The Names,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Nas,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.