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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics 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?
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.