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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.