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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 snare and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.