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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Residents to the grunge 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.