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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 The Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.