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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.