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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Zeros to the electroclash 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 The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Q65,
The Stooges,
Television,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.