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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.