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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.