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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.