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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Franke,
Rekid,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.