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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.