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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.