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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.