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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.