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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.