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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Main Source to the punk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.