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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.