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 Sudan 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
UT,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.