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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.