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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.