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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.