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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Gong to the dance 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.