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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Brick to the funk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.