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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.