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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.