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 Philippines and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the jazz 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Can,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.