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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.