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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Sound,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.