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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.