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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Techniques to the disco 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.