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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 John Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.