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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
cv313,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.