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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.