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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Fugs to the electroclash 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.