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 Ecuador 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.