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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 The Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.