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 Hungary and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Magma to the punk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.