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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.