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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.