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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.