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 Brunei and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed to the rock 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.