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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Can,
Black Moon,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.