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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Rotary Connection to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.