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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks 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 electroclash 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.