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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.