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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.