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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.