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 Zambia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.