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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Liliput,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.