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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Yellowson to the crunk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.