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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
PIL,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.