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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Skarface to the rock 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.