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 Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Faust,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.