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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.