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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.