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 France and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.