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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Can,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.