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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.