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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.