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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.