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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.