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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.