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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 In Retrospect to the techno 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.