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 India and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Wire,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.