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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.