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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 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 Slick Rick to the crunk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Television,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.