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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Cale to the rock 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.