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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 D'Angelo to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.