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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 The Raincoats to the disco 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.