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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.