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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.