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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Tubeway Army to the punk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.