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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Stooges to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.