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 Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.