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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.