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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.