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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.