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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Television,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.