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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.