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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.