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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.