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 the UAE and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.