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 Azerbaijan 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.