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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.