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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.