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 Norway and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.