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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.