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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the rap 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.