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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Television,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.