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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.