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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.