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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.