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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Masters at Work to the grunge 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
JFA,
Japan,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.