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 Senegal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.