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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.