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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.