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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Patti Smith to the techno 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.