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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.