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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.