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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.