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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Boredoms to the disco 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Brick,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.