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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
New Order,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.