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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.