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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.