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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Pole,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.