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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.