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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
New Order,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.