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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Japan,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
New Order,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
The Move,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.