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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.