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 Angola and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.