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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.