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 Greece and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rekid to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.