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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.