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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.