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 Zambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.