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 Fiji and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.