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 Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.