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 Russia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Stooges to the dance 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Magma,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.