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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Names to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.