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 Burkina and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tres Demented to the rock 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.