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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Organ,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.