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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.