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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.