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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Stiv Bators to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Josef K,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.