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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.