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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 New York Dolls 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.