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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.