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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the disco 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.