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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.