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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.