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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.