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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.