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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Dead Boys to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Model 500,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.