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 Finland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Flipper to the punk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.