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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.