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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Television,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.