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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Pretty Things to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.