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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selecter 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.