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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.