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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.