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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 808 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.