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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.