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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.