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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.