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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.