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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.