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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ituana to the disco 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.