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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Faust,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Gong,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.