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 Bhutan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Television,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.