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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.