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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.