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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the funk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.