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 India and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s 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 Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.