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 Swaziland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Slave,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.