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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Niagra,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.