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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.