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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.