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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Amon Düül II to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.