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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 synthesizer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.