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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.