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 Korea North and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.