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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.