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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.