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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
ABC,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.