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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Names to the punk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.