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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
New Order,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.