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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Slits to the grime 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
the Normal,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Television,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.