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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.