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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.