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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.