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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.