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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.