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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.