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 Burkina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.