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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.