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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 John Lydon to the punk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
the Association,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Wings,
Cluster,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.