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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Wire,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Move,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.