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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Henry Cow to the rap 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.