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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.