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 Kuwait and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.