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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.