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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the electroclash 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Franke,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.