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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.