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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.