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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
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 London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
UT,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
The Slits,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.