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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Symarip to the punk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Shoche,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.