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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the dance 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.