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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 B.T. Express to the crunk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.