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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.