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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.