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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.