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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Television,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.