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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.