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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Sonics to the grunge 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.