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 Montenegro 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.