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 Liberia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.