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 Syria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Nas,
X-102,
Index,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.