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 Somalia and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog to the grunge 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.