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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.