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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.