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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Happenings to the grunge 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.