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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.