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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Christie. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.