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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.