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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.