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 Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.