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 Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.