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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.