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 Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.