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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.