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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.