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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.