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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.