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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Swans,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.