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 Belize 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.