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 Canada and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.