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 India and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.