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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Ten City,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.