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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Pole,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.