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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.