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 Iran and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
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.