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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mojo Men to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.