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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.