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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.