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 Solomon Islands 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 ABBA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.