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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.