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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Skatalites to the dance 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.