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 Norway and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 sitar 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.