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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.