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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.