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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the grunge 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.