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 Macedonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.