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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.