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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the dance 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.