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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.