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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.