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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.