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 Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Raincoats to the funk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.