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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-102 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.