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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Crime,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.