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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.