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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler to the grime 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.