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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.