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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Can,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.