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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.