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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Japan,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.