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 Cuba and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
UT,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.