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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.