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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 New York Dolls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
John Cale,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.