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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.