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 Romania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 John Cale to the punk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.