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 Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.