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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
the Association,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.