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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nico 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.