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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.