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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Pagans,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Technova,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.