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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.