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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the rap 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.