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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saints to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.