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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 The Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.