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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Organ,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.