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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.