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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.