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 Singapore and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Motorama to the jazz 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.