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 Monaco and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Brick,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.