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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the electroclash 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.