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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Sun City Girls to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.