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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.