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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Unwound,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.