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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.