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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Shoche,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.