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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.