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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.