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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 oboe 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 Das Ding to the jazz 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.