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 Mongolia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Q65,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.