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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Vogues to the jazz 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.