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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eden Ahbez 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.