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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.