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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.