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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.