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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.