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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Franke,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.