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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Television,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.