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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.