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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.