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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Tres Demented to the rock 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.