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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Pole to the crunk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.