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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 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?
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
ABC,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Television,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.