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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Crime,
John Holt,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.