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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.