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 Albania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Sonics to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.