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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Pussy Galore to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Fear,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.