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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.