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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.