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 Tajikistan 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.