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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Doors to the funk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.