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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.