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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.