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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
UT,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.