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 Colombia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.