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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Fugazi to the disco 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Television,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.