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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain 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?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.