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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
John Cale,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.