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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Skriet,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.