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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.