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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.