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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Index,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.