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 Lesotho 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.