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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.