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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.