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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smoke to the rock 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Faust,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.