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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the punk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.