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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the grunge 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.