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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
The Remains,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.