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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.