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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.