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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.