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 Nauru and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.