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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.