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 Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.