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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.