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 Botswana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 June of 44 to the funk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.