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 Korea North and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.