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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.