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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
New Order,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.