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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Anakelly,
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.