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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
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The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.