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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the punk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.