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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Pierre Henry to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.