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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.