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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.