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 Peru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Gong,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.