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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minny Pops to the rock 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.