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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.