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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the funk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
cv313,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.