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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Count Five 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.