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 South Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Houston and Mumbai.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Brick,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.