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 Lesotho 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.