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 Japan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Make Up,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.