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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.