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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.