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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Television Personalities to the crunk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
The Names,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.