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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.