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 Latvia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Accadde A to the disco 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.