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 Laos 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.