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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.