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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.