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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.