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 Burundi and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale 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 disco 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.