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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
The Fall,
X-101,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.