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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.