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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.